Here, it was silent.
Peaceful.
Fresh air flowed through the forest, drifting between the countless trees. The scent of pine, earth, and living wood lingered in the air, mingling with the faint presence of magical constructs.
Stone and trees blended together in perfect harmony with magic.
Everything was pristine.
Just like the otherworldly beautiful people who lived here.
Long ago, when the Demon Lord of Domination had first stepped onto this continent, even he had been awed by its beauty.
Sylvia knew that story.
Knowledge like this was right up her alley.
Then again, all knowledge was.
After all, she possessed the avenue to infinite knowledge.
Yet even so…
She was sad.
Her beautiful expression never revealed it. The sorrow was hidden deep within her quiet grey eyes.
Her long white hair glittered faintly as it flowed past her waist and spilled across the floor behind her.
A delicate silver crown rested upon her head.
